I only ever take one picture of Thanksgiving. It’s always the first plate, the one I make before sitting down, because after that I’m in it and I forget. This year’s had turkey, stuffing, a pale moon of mashed potatoes, brussels with char, green bean casserole because my husband will pout if there isn’t any, a roll, and one deviled egg leftover from the appetizer plate. We ate on the couch, just the two of us this year, a football game on low, my husband’s plate a little fuller than mine because he earned it.
The Thanksgiving plate
